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(THUNDER RUMBLES)

♪ Witch drums ♪

Now I can't shake her.

Get out before I change my mind.

How did he take it,

Surely we want a new world, not a dead one.

Traitor, Indian lover,

You were right about one thing, my husband.

(DUCK QUACKING)

This land is my land.

or washed up in the harbor.

(THUNDER CRACKS)

even giving up the boy.

Well, it took me a while, but I figured it out.

how can such things be?

Arrest him now.

Because you chose to leave Salem

I swear I haven't changed.

and there was no nest to hide me, so I built one.

Do you hate me so?

working for Salem.

All good gardeners know

From blood to bough,

Our Salem chokes on refugees

come now, make her death a lie.

or the boy you would enter... to my mother,

What no one's ever done for me...

You use this finger well.

That overreaching thing,

But the father of lies betrayed us all.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Do no more of your foul magic here!

You will never have to deal with your uncle again.

I know who you are, John Alden.

- (SNAKE HISSES) - After all, getting what we want